It has been exactly five hundred days since the complete collapse of global civilization. Exactly four years ago, the world was a much different place. There had been hope. More hope than we've ever had as a species. Four years ago, the first Superhuman had appeared. Zenith, the first man who could fly. He had just appeared one day, stopping a passenger airplane from crashing into Times Square in New York and saving hundreds of lives. Over the course of the following year hundreds, thousands, of superhumans had appeared around the globe.

Some of them were straight from the pages of comic books and film. Others were more reminiscent of ancient legends and storied myths. A whole swath of the population developed abilities such as telepathy or telekinesis. These men and women were different from other superhumans by demonstrating altered genetic structure and they were called psionics, they were hailed as the next evolutionary step. Magic was soon proved to exist. We discovered the existence of sentient creatures besides ourselves.

They had many names Kami, Fae, Jinn, Vampire, Werebeast. They had been living among us for generations without our knowledge. And there were many who shared their blood and had supernatural abilities because of it. At the time these nonhumans were mostly eager to integrate into our society and revival of cultural traditions occurred.

In the United States of America there were over three hundred active costumed heroes, and many other superhumans who used their powers to feed the needy, heal the sick, and any number of things. Lives were saved. Houses were built. Crime rates dropped sharper than they ever had before. These superhumans gave the people of the world a reason to believe in the future. I had been operating for almost two years by the time Zenith and the superhumans appeared but in secret.

I was the first completely normal vigilante to appear on the scene, others followed after I made myself known to the public. A businesswoman named Cassandra Patel, one of the richest and most intelligent people in the world, created the first working mechanized armor suit. I had occasion to work with Zenith and several other heroes. In time I came to call them friends.

Of course not every superhuman had good intentions. Just as many used their powers to help people, save lives, and do good there were those who used them to do wrong. Superhuman thieves, murderers, and terrorists became the number one threat to public safety. And there were numerous superhumans who operated in secret. Those with powers of persuasion or invisibility that were extremely difficult to detect and all the more dangerous for it. Mexico was torn apart by conflict between superpowered cartels. The Middle East and other third world regions became further engulfed in violence. Other nations such as North Korea and China integrated superhumans into their militaries. There was both more hope and more fear.

But at the time things seemed to be looking up. Heroes around the world were stopping natural disasters, keeping refugees safe from warlords, building hospitals in weeks, even healing our scarred planet. And then, just over a year after Zenith appeared, the end came. No scientist or sorcerer can agree on what exactly happened or why. Destiny thought that a rift between our world and the supernatural had appeared, larger and for a longer time than the one that he theorized had allowed some to gain powers. What was important was that we were not alone in our planet anymore.

It was gradual at first. More people started manifesting powers. More developed magical or psychic skills. The population of beings such as Vampires and Werewolves exploded. The established members of those communities could not hold back the bloodlust of the newborns. More and more were infected, faster than they were killed. Creatures that haven't been seen walking the earth since times forgotten suddenly appeared.

Many different kinds of beast appeared, from giant boars to manticores and even dragons. Krakens and Sea Serpents destroyed ships and disrupted trade while air travel was suspended because of dragons and other flying beasts. Monsters from our darkest nightmares appeared to plague us while we were struck by natural disasters on an almost weekly basis. Floods, storms, earthquakes, and tornadoes appeared with increasing regularity and severity.

Sudden outbreaks such as the resurgence of the black plague killed thousands before suddenly abating and then returning. Many of those who were sensitive to magic or psychic abilities had dreams of dark terrors and horrible creatures, more and more people suddenly had psychotic breaks and there were more reported demonic possessions and hauntings than ever before. There were even reports of warlocks making live sacrifices or raising the dead. The number of dead or missing persons flew through the roof.

And the non-humans grew in number and became more restless. Before hand they had been few in number and mostly placid. Now there were more and more, all kinds of different races and breeds appearing in different regions with grudges that had been held for thousands of years. They started attacking each other in supernatural tribal conflicts, catching many humans in the crossfire. It was almost complete anarchy as the economy collapsed and violent riots tore apart the cities. Many cities experienced sudden loss of the power grid.

Destiny described it as a magical torrent. So many ancient and powerful forces had rushed back into our planet in so little time that it was causing chaos on a global scale. We were dealing with crisis on an almost daily basis whether it was riots, killing sprees, violent storms, or monster attacks. The continuing crime sprees by the Supervillains did not help matters at all. The combined death toll caused by all of these factors was estimated to be more than 50 million in just that first year, which was almost how many people died in a year on average. And it kept getting worse.

Around half of the world's nations simply collapsed including North Korea. The world powers soon declined rapidly as unemployment, poverty, and suicide rates climbed. And nobody can say for sure who fired first or why, but we had our own theories about the start of the short lived most destructive war in human history. We thought it was some kind of mental influence that had caused all of the nuclear powers to fire their all of their arsenals at once. We did not know if it was some psionic terrorist or demonic possession. But it would have been the end of everything if not for Polaris and Destiny, who had a vision of the event and alerted the heroes.

Polaris had been the most powerful metahuman on record, an American scientist who suddenly gained the ability to turn into what amounted to a man-sized star. He had been able to use his electromagnetic powers to divert all of the missiles into space while a global effort by superhumans around the world saw to the neutralization of nuclear bombers and power plants. He destabilized and flew off into orbit. The supernova death of one of my friends had both been the most terrible and most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Several others had given their lives to stop the bombers in flight and the nuclear reactors. We had averted the complete and total eradication of the human species but it wasn't enough.

While plagues, storms, riots, and monsters continued to kill men, women, and children every day World War 3 still went on full swing. It was as if every major power had gone insane at the same time. World leaders were assassinated nearly every other week. Russia launched a new campaign on Europe while China and India made several incursions into each other and neighboring nations. There were no more nuclear weapons but we killed each other just fine with tanks, jets, warships, and newly acquired superhuman weapons. Even the career criminals had to help us fight off Chinese, Iranian, or Russian superhumans with government backing who could flood cities or rain lightning.

We became isolated from our allies in other nations as lingering grudges between the world's governments were brought to the surface by secret malignant influences. The President, the old Vice President after his predecessor was found to be possessed and died, went into hiding as American cities were invaded and bombed by foreign armies for the first time in two hundred years. War was being fought in every major city against enemies both mundane and monstrous.

The government instituted martial law and started conscripting every able bodied man and woman between sixteen and forty five to fight off the human armies and the monsters that continued to feed on us. Africa, the Middle East, and South America was lost to internal conflict by dozens of factions while Western Europe and Russia soaked the ground in blood. Jerusalem changed hands every week. India and Pakistan nearly annihilated each other in the first month. China began conquering the rest of Asia when we sent our fleets into the Pacific and turned Japan, the Philippines, and other places into mass graveyards in the crossfire.

And we couldn't stop any of it. Every terrorist who fanned the flames or demon who possessed a leader that we stopped was soon replaced by another. In less than a year a billion people were killed. World War 3 killed as many people as the plagues, famines, riots, and predators did. Eventually it became too much. Every single government eventually collapsed. The world as we knew it ended destroyed by both mystical powers and simple human blundering.

When all was said in done there were perhaps hundreds of superhumans left alive when once there were thousands. I estimate that over five billion humans had died in over just a year. The psionic sub-race had suffered tremendously and was in danger of dying out entirely. Nearly all of the men and women I had called friend were dead in the ground. Including one I had called my love.

Near the end, as the entire Eastern seaboard became a death zone, Zenith looked me in the eye and told me to go west. To Los Angeles where Cassandra and her corporate resources held the city just on the brink from collapse. He would remain in the East Coast to help whoever he could. I would take our surviving associates, including his cousin, and even some of our former enemies and establish a foothold in the city of Angels. There we would hold fast against the chaos and rebuild. That was the last time I saw him and I have not heard from him since.

We moved west, saving who we could and recruiting who we could, and came to Los Angeles. As owner and CEO of Prometheus Corp, Cassandra had access to nearly unlimited resources. Her paramilitary forces and the Promethean suit had managed to save countless lives and kept the city running just long enough for us to get our new home up and running. The local police and National Guard were soon persuaded, all of the high-ranking officers were dead or missing, and we managed to relocate just over ten thousand civilians to the compound. What we call the Citadel is a square mile complex of corporate facilities that was meant to be Cassandra's western headquarters and lab. It had just finished construction when chaos engulfed the world. Now it would serve as our Ark.

Twenty foot concrete walls surround the Citadel, and we erected a series of chain-link and barbed wire fences around them for further security. Every free inch of space both inside and outside the buildings was converted to support the survivors. Ramshackle homes and farms appeared in the Citadel while we created our own hospital and other facilities. The Citadel also went deep underground and we amassed an armory from scavenged weapons and stored them there.

It took nearly a year to get fully settled in while we fought off bandits, monsters, and demons. An aging florakinetic known as Orchid worked herself to an early grave trying to provide food to the populace and left us with unique modified strains of seeds that have kept us alive through the lean months. A former bank robber known as Megavolt keeps the power running. We try to augment with solar panels but we have not gathered nearly enough clean energy sources, he is the main reason we can keep warm.

Five hundred days into the end of civilization and we are the last bastion of society in the Southwest. But we aren't alone. Warring tribes of nonhumans continue to battle in the city while bandits try to raid our scavenging groups and test our perimeter. Destiny used up all of his life force in a massive ward that protected us from demons trying to possess or influence our minds but other monsters attack us on a near constant basis. The worst of the plagues and storms seemed to have passed but they could flare up again without warning. And there are barely enough of us left to keep order among the civilians.

They have little privacy, little hope, and live every day in fear. There are even some nonhumans among us, Fae who want to live away from the Faerie Wars as well as some Werebeasts, Vampires, and others. They all live in their own "neighorhood" and the tension between the humans and nonhumans is high. Our bastion hangs by a thread. There are reports of another hostile group of survivors who are ambushing our teams. Reports indicate they have their own superhuman assets.

I do not exaggerate when I say that the future rests on our shoulders. We must hold fast and rebuild. Or our world will end forever.

1. All normal site rules apply.

2. No trolls please, only the ones in the story.

3. I want at least reasonable spelling, grammar, and punctuation. I'm not a grammar nazi but we should be able to understand you. No one-liners or two sentence posts.

4. No explicit sexual content such as depictions of sex on screen. You can make all the dirty jokes you like in character but if you want that super kinky sex scene you gotta fade to black and take it to PMs if necessary. Other than that this is a dark rp so lots of violence is A-Ok.

5. No god-modding or overpowered characters. You should contribute to making this game fun and interesting, not making it really easy.

6. Be respectful. I'd like you to work together to solve problems in the game and communicate each other to put interesting ideas in, not petty insult contests or endless arguments. If you have a problem with someone else take it to me or take it to PMs but don't let it bog down the thread.

Other than that I'll try to be as laid back as possible but if something becomes a problem I will add it here

(Under Construction, If anyone has any ideas please come forward)

Dwarves: Rarely seen on the surface but can be found in abandoned tunnels and caves. Most Dwarves are extremely pale in complexion and are nearly blind, relying instead on echolocation. They are dimunitive in stature but are fierce warriors, often much stronger and durable than normal humans. Mages are rare but commonly use either earth of magma spells. They can often be found prospecting and Dwarves are often skilled smiths and inventors. Some clans are hostile to humans.

Elves: The most common race of the Fae. They are of a height with humans and feature the classic pointed ears. They have even more variety in skin-tone than humans, some elves have golden, onyx, and even blueish skin tones. Elves can have eye colors ranging from red to pitch black and their hair has just as much variety. Some Elves are friendly but many others attack humans on sight. They are the primary belligerents in the wars between the Winter and Summer Courts and hold some of the highest positions of nobility in the Fae. Elves are more agile and naturally graceful than humans, have keener senses, and the species has the most versatile arsenal of magic. They are also one of the very few races that can inter-breed with humans and Half-Elves can develop Psionic abilities.

Goblins: One of the most common sights in the magic wasteland. Goblins are on average three to four feet tall and their skin tone ranges from grey to slimy green. Their eyes resemble that of a lizard and they are often bald with clawed hands. A single goblin is usually quite cowardly but as a group they often harass scavengers or steal their supplies. Goblins can often be seen in conflict with Dwarves and Gnomes. Goblin mages are exceedingly rare and curiously any Goblin mage is a giant among its fellows, reaching five feet in height.

Ghouls: Ghouls are a sentient carnivorous species. Animal or sentient, living or dead it does not matter. All Ghouls eat their own weight in meat every single day. Some are scavengers and others are predators, some are barbarians that eat meat raw while others are relatively civilized and cook it. More than a few Ghouls have a taste for human flesh, and though not all Ghouls will immediately try to feast on humans they are best avoided. Ghouls are taller on average than humans and are distinguished by their large sharp teeth, solid black eyes, and clawed appendages.

Ghasts: Ghasts have a closer connection to the Nether than most mythic races for they are simply wisps from the spirit world wandering our own in semi-physical form. Their physical form is a sentient blob of slime. They are often harmless and placid but can be provoked or corrupted by magic into hostile beasts. They will attack and their ectoplasmic slime can be contorted into tentacles and other weapons. Extremes of heat or cold is their biggest weakness and they are not difficult to neutralize. The longer a Ghast spends in the mortal world the more self-awareness they can acquire and long-lived Ghasts can be found living in tribes. They have no need for sustenance for they are sustained by their connection to the Nether.

Gnomes: Surface cousins to the Dwarves, they can be found scavenging all over the wasteland. On the whole not hostile but many have mischievous leaning and are prone to stealing from other scavengers. Gnome Mages often have earth magic. The average Gnome resembles a diminutive human, having neither the pale complexion or diversity of appearance of the Dwarves or Elves respectively.

Giants: Giants resemble gargantuan cro-magnons, towering over humans and most races at twenty feet tall. Like most Fae they possess pointed ears and they have the same diversity of appearances as their smaller Elf cousins. They have a primitive culture and wear simple fur garments and wield crude clubs. They herd mammoths and use them for milk, meat, and mounts.

You can currently have two characters at any time. You can put them on the bench or kill them off at your pleasure and spots open up if your character dies in the game but I'm not aiming to do that deliberately, character death will only occur in very extreme situations or if you want to get rid of them. Any major NPCs or antagonists you'd like to put forth can be submitted for everyone in the thread to talk about though I have the final say. Any characters you put on the bench will be NPCs controlled by me. All PCs, NPCs, and Enemies go in the character tab.

Name: Self explanatory

Codename: Choose any you like they can be as cheesy or as modern as you want

Age: I don't want this to be filled with all young characters. A realistic mix of ages is preferable and you can play anyone 14 up, but a seventy year old character might not last long or be as useful.

Gender: I'd like a nice mix of male and female.

Place of Birth: As long as it makes sense for them to end up in Los Angeles, put anywhere you like.

Occupation: What job they serve in the Citadel be it Scavenger, Doctor, Wall Guard, Patrol, Builder etc etc. They can be anything that lends to the defense, logistic, and scouting capabilities of the Citadel. Keep in mind that with a few exceptions technology is basic inside the walls of the Citadel.

Race: Human or any of the Non-human races. Vampires, Werewolves, and people like them are technically human but are different enough to rate a separate mention. Nonhuman are sentient creatures from all kinds of mythologies. Fae, Kami, Jinn, whatever. However there should be a lot less Nonhumans than Humans and only Humans can be psychics or have superpowers the Nonhumans are limited to magic abilities and whatever physical traits their race has. Nonhumans have a lot of versatility and diversity but they should have some root in myth, fable, legend, or story. It is possible to have hybrids between the humans and mythic races and they might fit better in the story than a fully nonhuman character.

Appearance: Anything is fine as long as any pictures you submit don't clash with the tone of the roleplay and I would like to not end up with a whole team of Caucasian super models.

Powers: They can be metahuman, psionic, or supernatural and you can even have no powers at all. I don't want a random mixing of powers, each character has one "power-set" as it were. I'm pretty fluid on power-levels but each powered character should be on a comparable level with every other character, regular humans are of course an exception, and if a main battle tank shows up that should be a significant problem to your character. Just try and use common sense as to what would be fair and fun and you should be fine.

Skills: Put any kind of skills you want here. Your character can be a jack of all trades, a genius at a few things, or competent in some things, but there should be no characters who are masters at every possible skill. No genius medical doctors and explosion experts in one. Again just try and use common sense here.

Equipment/Resources: Keep in mind that resources are limited in the Post-Apocalypse. You shouldn't be toting a fully automated chaingun at all times and any special equipment you have is a finite resource. Your equipment should also follow the guiding principle of not being overpowered or game breaking.

Weaknesses: It's ok to have a bullet proof character but they better have some finite drawbacks to make sure there's an actual challenge.

Psychological Profile: Your character's personality. I'd like some nuance here there can be a few goody two shoes and some sociopaths but most of them should operate in between somewhere, I don't want a roleplay dominated by one side or the other. And keep in mind that these people are supposed to be a team so it shouldn't be comprised entirely of silent brooding loners. But most of them should have at least a few lingering psychological traumas after everything that happened.

Biography: I'd like at least two paragraphs here. Write about whatever seems to fit but I don't want your character to be the saintliest and awesomest hero to ever exist or the worst and most vile and prolific villain that ever lived. But they can be fairly prominent. If you want your character to have a personal history with another players feel free to collaborate, feel free to work in some of the big names I created if you like. And all of them have ended up in the Citadel one way or another so their path has to make sense.

Overall : Fair Condition

Morale: Strained

Population: 10,000 +

Power Grid : Functional

Food Supply : Fair

Medicine : Fair

Ammunition : Fair

Defenses: Adequate

Community Status : Normal

Special Conditions: Cassandra's Paramilitary forces keep order +, relations between the humans and nonhumans are strained -, Megavolt keeps the power on +, Orchid's seeds keep food supply reliable +, the Superhumans are overworked -, there is little space in the Citadel -, the scavenger runs have been mostly successful +

Name: Isaac Hescht

Codename: Hax, The archivist

Age: 32

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: Just outside of Silicon Valley. Not to hard to get to LA from there.

Occupation: Archivist and head of CIA (Citadel Intelligence Agency)

Race: Human

Appearance: Not sure I'll use a pic here's the description.

Isaac stands about six foot two and weighs in at 210 lbs without the arm. The man has a rugged look to him nothing like the young energetic scientist he used to be. The last year wore on him hard. There are bags under his gray eyes once so bright now like a building storm. A storm that's not yet here but you know to run. Isaac’s dark brown hair is only kept in check by the work of his knife leaving it a ragged mess enough to keep his head warm but won't be on his way. His sharp chin has the same dark brown hair kept in a short beard. If you catch him without his eye piece you can see the scarred remains of his left eye staring but not seeing.

The cybernetics of his arm required massive surgery and has fully altered his right shoulder. The scars are still clear all over Isaac’s right side and chest. The arm was grafted in deep so that it was perfectly integrated into Isaac’s nervous system giving him mental control over it. Otherwise for an apocalypse survivor he looks fairly healthy.

Powers: Isaac is a powerless mortal. For a human he is fit and much more intelligent than most, but does not have superhuman abilities on his own.

Skills: An Engineering wonder Isaac was an up and coming prodigy likely capable of greatly changing the world if it hadn’t already been rocked by the appearance of metahumans and such. He completed high school two years early not too insane, but not as impressive as his next feat. He was top of his class at MIT, focusing on cybernetics and computer networking, and quickly was picked up by the government when he started work on the next advancement in cybernetics. The military had been pouring money into the topic for years and as such Isaac was quickly integrated into the science team.

His time in the military R&D gave him experience not only with his cybernetics team but also: Weapons, some time with vehicles, and the maintenance of the CIA database server. He never worked with the CIA, but he was cleared to physically maintain the servers for them.

When the cybernetics were complete and it was time for live testing Isaac became his own test subject and the more or less first artificial super soldier. He spent all the years up to the apocalypse training to test every aspect of the arm. During this time he added it’s weaponry as per the Brass’ orders. With six years of training with the arm from dawn til dusk Isaac was able to rival not only normal soldiers but some of the best. The arm provided versatility and strength a normal man couldn’t keep up with. Isaac faced this all with determination believing that his work would lead to a revolution not only for the military, but one for all humanity. This tech if proven and funded could lead to prosthetics for normal people mechanical organs ways to improve everyone's lives. If this meant starting by proving this tech as a war machine so be it.

Isaac’s focus on the future has kept him going and working even when he’s hit dead ends that set him back months. His perseverance has served him well in the apocalypse letting him at least appear confident even in the face of annihilation.

Equipment/Resources: Isaac’s robotic arm is his greatest asset. He built it while still working for the military becoming his own test subject as he promised it to military as soon as he perfected it. The world ended before that so Isaac kept it fully weaponized.

The arm features a swiss army knife of features. It is built deep into his body having replaced the arm he was born without. It's a super light advanced alloy, but it'll hold up to the worst punishment. The forearm contains 2 main parts the lower half is a scrap gun that can be loaded with pretty much anything that would hold up when fired. The upper half houses his cybernetic hand which can be fired on a nanofiber cable as a grappling hook. Also in the top half is a telescoping blade that can extend out about 4 foot. The blade has since been silvered for magical combat.

Isaac lost the use of his left eye during the actual apocalypse and about three months ago completed a device to restore vision to it. The eye was blinded by a chemical burn that also did a nasty bit of work to the area around the eye. Until now Isaac simply wore an eye patch, but now has a whole eyepiece built in giving the eye sight once again, and more. The device also includes an infrared mode and can be hooked up to computers.

Being only human Isaac doesn’t go into battle in just some colored tights. He wears a set of modern body armor, bullet resistant and such. He largely relies on tactics to survive over the armor. After all when people can shoot lasers from their eyes bulletproof doesn’t mean much. He has hoped to find a better option so that he can get onto the front line more. Right now resources are just too limited for him to experiment in new armor types, and he doesn’t have any of the materials needed to make the alloy used in his arm.

His final piece of carried equipment is a ballistics shield. The mobile piece of cover helps Isaac keep protected even in barren areas. It’s a simple black heavy shield with a small viewing area so he can see through it.

Hax’s magnum opus is the Database. This is a collection of all the information he has been able to salvage from society. With the the apocalypse came the destruction of hundreds of years of learning. While most go to salvage physical materials Isaac salvages lost information to help save it for mankind's future if they were lucky enough to have one. With the help of the databases avatar, Alice, Isaac can combine all the collected data to design advanced tech that was limited before by the competition of mankind. Basically imagine if all the companies of the world pooled their resources. That’s what Isaac is doing now. He’s also included information from his time in the military Engineers/ R&D. With the database holding much of the information needed to rebuild it has been generally accepted as a worthwhile expense, but not the first priority. The database itself is basically a large room filled with servers and a number of monitors to access it. Alice acts as the operating system more or less sorting data and providing interface with it. If Isaac isn’t working in the field to gather materials or data he will be in the database tracking information and acting as the intelligence hub for the citadel.

Weaknesses: Isaac is but a mortal man. He needs food, water, air, and so on. He can’t catch bullets or even knifes. On his own he is at the mercy of the world.

Isaac can sometimes be bullheaded and insist there must be perfect answer an outcome that will solve everything, and this can lead him into even worse situations. His perseverance and hope often are what test him the most. At what point does he have to admit he’s done? He’s out of ideas and options? The man may well work himself to death trying to help others.

Isaac’s machinery though fantastic devices they are, are not indestructible. It will take a serious beating to break Isaac’s arm, but it can be done. Without this Isaac is down to simple weaponry, and that makes everything harder since the large majority of his training is with the arm. He can use a gun sure, but no he only has his left arm functioning making most attempts rather pathetic. The eye piece is fairly easy to break, and would leave Isaac half blind.

Though able to appear to others as hopeful and a firm believer in the future Isaac has his doubts, and ends up "erasing" them with alcohol. He's had the habit pretty much since the world started to end. He’s gone out of his way on missions to try and get alcohol before stockpiling it for when he hits one of his lows. When your job is to remember and store information on everything that’s happened it's hard to forget the tragedy.

Psychological Profile: Once a dreamer of better futures Isaac has taken a step back on his optimism since everything went down. He still high hopes compared to some of the other desperate souls of the citadel, but that’s part of his job. Isaac keeps his ideal future in mind with every decision sometimes forgetting the present. This sometimes leaves Isaac seeming distant and not all there.

Normally he’s very stable and logical, but like anyone can get emotional under stress. His drinking problem shows up whenever a few too many troubles have hit in a row. With the world always a half step from no return Isaac feels like he has to forget about those problems, and does so through liberal alcohol consumption. He thanks that if he focuses on them that he’ll never make it past them, and though he’s somewhat right on the inside he knows he’s lying and that there are better ways, but not easier ones.

Isaac is very touchy about the database with the sheer amount of work needed to maintain it, and also tends to throw anyone he doesn’t like out, and even those he does like if they begin asking him about the database AI Alice. Even his closest friends aren’t confided in about the computer avatar. In truth the AI was Isaac and his military R&D team’s invention a first attempt at controlling cybernetics by combining AI into the nervous connection so that the arm moved logically and naturally, but the idea was scrapped early on. Isaac salvaged the program for other uses, and named the avatar it created when installed into the database after his girlfriend who was also on the team. Alice was not only a brilliant engineer, but Isaac had always sworn after he finished the cybernetics research that he’d ask her to marry him. He let work come first and hasn’t heard anything from Alice. He has vague hopes knowing she was in a military base last time he called her about two years ago. The idea that she may still be alive, but also that she could have been dead all this time torments Isaac.

Isaac is one of the many people whose morals have decayed somewhat since the world has gone to hell. At first apprehensive to even kill someone clearly deserving it Isaac has learned that there are sacrifices that must be made. He still has some mercy for those who deserve it, but there is no sign of hesitation when he pulls the trigger now. In the field he has zero tolerance for anyone, and sometimes has to be warned not to kill on sight. He’s grown to distrust people and only trust the data. He plays by the odds never giving anyone the benefit of the doubt. He plans to survive this apocalypse and bring this world back, so either you are an asset or an obstacle, and superhuman or magical you do not want to be in Hax’s way.

Biography: Axel Hecht and his wife Liv were simple Americans from a simpler times. Axel, born in Berlin, was a peace corps member who helped in third world nations released from the U.S.S.R. He was proud of his work knowing all about the tragedies that came with communism and fascism. Liv was an american member of the core, and without going into too much detail events lead to the creation of Isaac. The couple had returned to Liv’s home for the time and decided to settle and stay in America rather than Germany. Things were just a bit too turbulent to raise a child there, and as such Isaac grew up like almost any american boy save for one thing. It was clear early on that something hadn’t gone quite right with the fetus, and soon the doctors could clearly tell that the boy’s right arm was not forming correctly, and as such Isaac’s arm was amputated instantly to prevent further problems as there was no other options at the time.

Growing up with one arm of course wasn’t easy for Isaac, but he got along well. Things started rough in elementary school, but kids are just kids and came around eventually. Soon people stopped paying attention to the boy's arm, and instead to his grades. Perhaps because he couldn’t play most sports or use those newfangled video games Isaac put a lot more effort into his work. He still was a kid though loving his erector sets and falling in love with legos when he got them.

By high school it was clear he was meant for more, and graduated two years early to move to MIT nearly full ride. Even at this point Isaac didn’t fall behind and pushed onward doing everything he could to learn about everything there was. Though he started undecided on what to study the upcoming field of prosthetics was an instant interest, and became his focus. He stood proud on graduation day as the valedictorian. In his speech he spoke on how even the darkest of times can be pulled through with hope, and even then we have to turn that hope into action.

Only weeks early Isaac had been contacted by F.O.R.G.E. a Military R&D group one that was on the absolute cutting edge of tech at the time. He of course accepted immediately upon hearing they wanted him for a cybernetics team. The next eight years were spent devoted to the project. Within the first two the arm was built, and Isaac became the first modern cyborg. He was given orders to perfect the arm for soldiers and so Isaac became one himself testing every aspect of the arm building on it. After another two years the superheroes began to show up. This became F.O.R.G.E.’s focus for that time, and even more was done to try and get normal soldiers up to the status of super heroes. Isaac remained on the cybernetics team trying to find a viable system of augmentations that could be given to soldiers even if they weren’t wounded.

To this day the sirens still haunt Isaac. The call to scramble the jets, to ready every weapon we have, to go to war. He was kept on a military base since his research was top secret, and had grown to know many of the soldiers stationed there as friends. He watched as the world was about to go M.A.D. helpless just a man watching the skies. He almost wished those nukes had ended it all sometimes because the suffering and pain that came after were only worse. This was mainland real bloody man versus man versus monster versus metal war not this sight unseen bomb and run. The base held for a while turning out augmented soldiers, but soon the hierarchy collapsed and the troops fled. The wars were over now it was just survival. Isaac and a small band of surviving soldiers left the Washington base into the wild wasteland of the north west. The group followed the coast going off a last ghostly message that had been received through the radio about a “City of angels.” With no other ideas the group traveled south encountering all the nightmares of the wasteland. In the end only Isaac and Jack Wright, originally a stranger to Isaac now the only person he trusted, arrived to drag themselves into the city.

Isaac proved his usefulness in those early months being able to repair almost anything, and bringing a number of important pieces of information himself. Soon he gained a position of somewhat prominence helping to build up an archive of all the combined knowledge of the populace a way to save what little of the world humans once lived it. The archive soon expanded to the database one of the most powerful computers in the world, especially with all others known being wiped out. It provided storage and access to all the digital knowledge that could have been gone into the aether of time.

In his gathering of knowledge and stories from the populace Isaac learned about so much more than just the tragedy of the world. Even in the darkest times people stood up for their fellow man facing death head on to save others. Inside the archive is a memorial to such heroes an ever shining light with a plaque below that reads:

“In memory of those who brought the light of justice in our darkest hour. Your sacrifice will not be in vain.”

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Name: Hayden Zhang

Codename: DaVinci

Age: 31

Gender: Male

Place of Birth: NYC, New York

Occupation: Scavenger, Jack of all Trades

Race: Human

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Powers:
Explorer of Ruins - Hayden has the superhuman abilities to traverse the dead ruins of the old world. He can jump incredibly high and can climb metal structures with weak magnetic fields, making him incredibly agile in traversing the wastes. He also boasts stronger eyes then a normal human, allowing him to see further and focus on things closer; it is unknown if his eye sight is a natural genetic trait or part of his abilities.

Skills:
- Scavenging - His first and foremost profession, scavenging is how Hayden get things to tinker with and explore around. He prioritizes the collection of books as to increase his own knowledge to teach to others.
- Marksmanship - Trained on tin can targets, Hayden is a good shot with most rifles and pistols, able to stand in as guard if need be.
- Crafting - Hayden is adept at putting his creativity to use, many in the fields of armor and various gadgets and life things. While can't make you a machine gun with scrap metal and a pistol, he is able to craft whatever he might need.
- Medicine & Life Science - Able to do first aid and fix somethings like dissociated shoulders or wound cleaning. Hayden also takes interest in the examining of all the new beasties of the world, dissecting them and poking at squishy bits.
- Botany & Husbandry - Hayden raises several plants in and around his home, most often used in herbal remedies or cooking. Although not a master with animals, he knows enough to not feed certain animals certain things or act a certain way.
- The Arts - Music and arts are not useless even in the end times. Hayden is a wonderful singer, a decent actor and an accomplished artist who can draw everything from complex mechanisms to the human figure should he be allowed too.

Equipment/Resources: Hayden wears a white polo collared shirt (with stains and dirt for style) on top of a pair of black jeans, accessorized with a chain on his left hip and sheet metal shin guards. Several pouches hang on his belt containing things ranging from ammunition to small tools to bits of scrap

On top of his shirt is a homemade armored vest, a light gray vest wi

Weaknesses: It's ok to have a bullet proof character but they better have some finite drawbacks to make sure there's an actual challenge.

Psychological Profile: Your character's personality. I'd like some nuance here there can be a few goody two shoes and some sociopaths but most of them should operate in between somewhere, I don't want a roleplay dominated by one side or the other. And keep in mind that these people are supposed to be a team so it shouldn't be comprised entirely of silent brooding loners. But most of them should have at least a few lingering psychological traumas after everything that happened.

Biography: I'd like at least two paragraphs here. Write about whatever seems to fit but I don't want your character to be the saintliest and awesomest hero to ever exist or the worst and most vile and prolific villain that ever lived. But they can be fairly prominent. If you want your character to have a personal history with another players feel free to collaborate, feel free to work in some of the big names I created if you like. And all of them have ended up in the Citadel one way or another so their path has to make sense.